Archive for August, 2013

Yesterday was quite eventful. My premie cousin got to finally bust out of the NICU and go home. A niece celebrated her first birthday. It was the feast day of St. Augustine (thanks Meg!), the troublesome son turned saint of the saint I chose at confirmation, St. Monica. Aaaand…our dear daughter was born.

At 4am I woke up with period like cramping. I took it as more Prodromal. I tried to get back to sleep, it was hopeless. When GamerDad woke up for PT, I let him know what was going on and that it was probably nothing again. When he got back I was still crampy and had zero appetite. That gave me a small glimmer of hope that it was the real deal. By 6:45 or so, I had breakfast ready and forced food down my throat just in case.

The boys and I did our daily routine, including homeschool. While sitting there, I got our youngest son’s school planned out to the end of his term. Plus, I added two more weeks of planning to our oldest’s while I was at it.

I decided to repaint my toenails since my pedi lasted all of one day. That made me pretty dang proud, 39+4 and I could still reach my toes!!! By this point it was 10 and the cramps stopped. This made me do my fingernails too. Why not?!

Before I knew it lunch approached and I fed the boys and I despite me still not wanting to eat. Nap was short lived and left me grouchy. I told our oldest I was in time out and he went right to the playroom with his brother. I love those boys!

At 2 or so irregular contractions started. Nothing exciting, nothing timeable. By 3:15 semi strong ones hit. Then they kept coming. Timed them at 3:30 and averaged one every 5-7 min by 4pm. I let a few people know what was going on and got Chicken Rotel in the oven (thankfully, I prepped that the day before). Once GamerDad got home (he got things worked out with our backup sitters on the way home as the primaries were out and that is ok!), they got closer. I was in zero mood to eat and let my guys eat as I prepped things for this morning between contraction. He saw me lean on the island and rock my hips back and forth. That totally cluded him that this was the real deal.

Somehow I managed to keep texting my doula and got the sitter to hurry it up a bit because I was on all fours at the ottoman at this point. I had tears in my eyes and swore I was howling. I do recall having a huge sneeze and a contraction that slammed on top of that. That is when it got even worse! Whenever I tried to stand, contraction. I kept to the floor. Eventually, I crawled to get my flip flops as my guys were in a flurry to get things ready for the sitter.

It took every ounce of willpower to get to the car (SUV…not fun) and get in. I laid down on my side, eyes clamped shut. I desperately wanted to be on all fours! We flew out of the drive as the sitter picked up our boys. Before I knew it, we were at the hospital and I was in a wheelchair. I hated that chair! Soon as I saw the triage bed, I went for it, got right to all fours, my head nearly whacking the foot board. I did not care.

The nurse pleaded for me to drop my shorts and turn on my side so she could check me. I swear I felt feral. No friggen way was I going to give up my glorious position mid-contraction! Again, I swear I howled/yelled. With her third plead I went to my side. Soon as she said I was complete I went on all fours again. She asked if I could walk or sit in that horrid wheelchair again. Newp! I felt the urge to push and pushed. My water broke, her head came out, and then I heard the plop as the rest of her came out onto the triage bed.

Somewhere in there my hubby grabbed the bags and my doula came in. No clue when any of that was. I’d also like to note that I never lost my plug and I did not have bloody show. Do not try to look for those things to be 100% sure of labor. Real labor seriously kicks ya around a bit. I should know this by now.

She and I did skin to skin, boy was she one upset little lady! So upset that she peed on me! Every inch of her was blue. *Edit* My OB was on call and showed up right around this time. he delivered the placenta in his pink silk shirt, cuff links, and tie. I have only seen this man in scrubs twice. */edit* We tried to nurse, she screamed. The nurses took her and did APGAR. She pinked up and went to town nursing after that.

We did delay cord clamping. Tammy proved her awesomeness once more by not only letting me see the placenta, but she made two prints of it too! An aide almost threw those away thinking it was just bloody paper!

She is perfect, teeny tiny, and perfect! Her hair is platinum blonde. Her eyes are slate blue. Thankfully, she has Daddy’s ears. Her tiny hands and feet resemble the hands of those in elderly generation. She latches like a champ, passed all her miconium poo and has had her first real poo already. Spit up has also happened, twice. We think she is just trying to catch up to her brothers.

Already, I have learned some quirks of hers. Pacis are a no go. They work for short periods like a diaper change, but beyond that is there hell to pay if she cannot nurse right away. Swaddling is ok, but only if she can have at least one arm free. Her temper is quick! I have learned to listen to the tiniest of her cues. Hats are another big no for her.

Goodness, she smells wonderful! No, they did not bathe her. No blood was on her when she was born. Her breath is so sweet! I am so loving this!

Her ped and my OB have seen her today. Everything is great! I’m just tired but riding my natural high from an adrenaline rushed natural birth.

Our boys are beyond excited for their little sister! They saw her last night and this morning. Not only are they trying to help with her, but they keep urging me to drink more or steal food off my tray. 😉

Time for me to sneak a nap in as my angel is drunk with mama’s milk!

God bless!!


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Yes, I am still pregnant, no I am not being induced. No, I am not answering any more questions about my pregnancy. Yes, I am annoyed…beyond so with random people saying they thought/hoped our baby would be here by now. No, it is not ok to pry when you don’t even know me when I am in my own driveway.

I have several signs that labor is “near”, but it hasn’t happened. I am doing my best to try and stay positive and let it all be in God’s hands.

Sorry, this is a vent fest. My mood is not so great, if it wasn’t obvious already. GamerDad and I are very tired of the obvious question(s). Yes, he is getting prodded at work now too. He obviously wouldn’t be there if our daughter was born. We’ve both had enough of it.

I probably will not post again until after she is born. I do not plan on getting detailed or post pics here because of a certain follower who I’d rather not have follow me at all. If I knew how to block I would. It’d be much easier if said person would just unfollow me and just stop reading my blog, period. The purpose of this blog is to help inform women on pregnancy/pregnancy loss, etc. It is not for people to get their jollies off because they have a thing for pregnant women.

Until further notice, only expect pictures of food.

God Bless.

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Sorry this post is so late! With the weekly appointments after I hit a new week, it throws things off. We were also blessed with a visit over the weekend of one of my closest friends.

Before she got here, she had a dream that we all went for a walk and I had to deliver in a neighbor’s yard with GamerDad “catching.” We did go for that walk, but not even a twinge happened, just swollen fingers. Luckily, a cold bath (yes, cold), and a cold shower got them back to regular pregnancy sized fingers.

We hit up the farmer’s market and a teeny tiny craft and food fair (it was made out to be larger than it actually was). The “food” was kettlecorn…:/ We settled on a pub like place for lunch and all of our tummies were happy. It also prompted nap time for all of us!

She left in the wee hours of the morning the next day and we got a box ready for her forgotten things that hid in the dark. Church that day was great, we got to sing again. It was met with a ton of “you’re still here/pregnant, how’s your cervix, etc.” Yes, I did get asked about my cervix at church. However, I did answer honestly that I did not know because I have been declining the checks. Boy did that get me a sideways look!

Yesterday was the 38wk appointment. Quite uneventful again. My BP was good, but not as low as I usually am. Granted, our youngest was spinning around on the doctor’s stool and trying to climb in my lap/fall off the chair/other crazy things that 3 year olds think is cool…
My OB confirmed she is head down and gently noted most women get a cervix check now so they know when they go to L&D if there is any change. I looked at him and said, “No, kinda pointless and gives false hope.” He stopped asking after that. He also asked if I still plan on letting labor occur naturally. Yep, the EDD is not an “eviction due date” it is -estimated-. Despite the discomfort of Prodromal labor (yay, 3.5 weeks of that now…), mood swings, achy pelvis, sore chest, and all the rest, I am content to let her bake as long as she needs. Sure, I was expecting her to come a tiny bit early like her brothers, but I think she is teaching me patience. I never seem to have enough patience. 😉

The text messages have started now too, asking if I have made any progress and such. I am trying to not get annoyed by all of it as I just want peace in these last couple (or few) weeks. However, I still want to do my normal things without getting gawked at like my water will break at any second. This is why I could never be in the spotlight. I don’t like feeling like I am under a microscope. Just trust my husband and I, we will keep those that need to know in the know whenever things do progress beyond Prodromal. Then everyone else will know -after- she is born. I will not be posting from the delivery table. Some women do that, good for them. I want to take time to breathe in that newborn smell, hold her little hands, nurse her, nuzzle her, and just love on her in peace with my husband at my side. In that moment, that’s all that will matter to me, my ever growing family.

God bless!

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This weekend was packed full of fun. First off, GamerDad returned, yay! 😀
Saturday we decided to do some spontaneous fun stuff with the kiddos. The first being a Hobo fest at the local railway. To us grown ups and early birds to the event, it was rather blah. However, the boys loved climbing up to the train cars and going inside of them as well as the engines. I remained on the ground snapping photos.

The second event was a fest just for kids. There were bounce houses galore, backpack give aways, coloring books, bean planting, etc. Elmo even dropped by to our youngest’s great delight!

Despite the wicked heat, we all remained well hydrated. Hubby took my cue when it was time to be done. I over heat easily, more so when pregnant and my water was gone. I swear I hugged the A/C vents on the way home!

The boys went to nap that day and hubby and I relaxed together. Now, on and off through the day I had prodromal labor. They were very sporadic. However, as I read an amusing blog post of a male’s perspective on labor/birth to my hubby, I had timeable/take my breath away contractions. I’d read a bit and go, “oh another one.” Poor hubby was uncertain if it was the blog or me. Eventually, we worked out a cue thing. They were 3-4 min apart at that point. Once the blog was all read, we kicked into gear. I made sure I had my chargers ready to pack, shoved in a few more breast pads to my bag, texted a great friend that we’d need her to watch the boys, and texted our doula. Within all that, the boys woke up and we told them to get ready. I grabbed their blankets and such just in case…and tossed in a bag of chicken nuggets. Oh the crap that you worry about when you feel contractions!! At this point they were every 2-3 minutes.

We headed out the door and I called registration. I got transferred about three times and got the, “it has only been an hour. How about you try drinking…” I cut the nurse off, explaining that I drink no less than a gallon of water a day, that I was relaxing when the contractions started, that they were getting closer together and stronger, and that our youngest came within 55 minutes of my first contraction. She kinda hushed up her rehearsed speal after that.

FFW a bit and we are at the hospital. I get checked. Still high, posterior, and at a 1. However, my cervix is now soft, yay! I felt rather disappointed when the nurse came in with two ice waters for me. That told me right then that this was more Prodromal labor, that I’d be going home with baby girl in my belly and not my arms. I kept getting reassured that I was not stupid for coming in, but I couldn’t help but feel that way. It also felt as though my body was failing me in a way. Yes, I know it is my body prepping for the big day, but it is rather frustrating when the contractions feel very much like the real deal and nothing comes of it. We were there for two hours. Contractions were still there and remained with me until I forced myself to sleep. All my other relaxation methods failed.

Today was my 37wk appointment. Totally uneventful. I think the most exciting part was when I handed over this:


It is my thank you basket I put together for the OB staff. I have one for L&D as well, but I wanted to hand over this one today as who knows when I will go into labor, etc. It is stuffed with various teas and home made lime and blueberry pound cakes. I love my OB team and wanted them to know it! Side note, my group B Strep test was negative. Wahoo! Granted, I have never tested positive for it anyway, so no real surprise there.
Providing little miss is not born over the weekend, I go in again a week from today. It feels pointless to show up every week to pee, get weighed, get the heart beat of baby (ok, that is the best part), and my fundal height measured. I do know it all has a purpose but it feels so drab. Sure, more excitement/disappointment could be added if I opted for the cervical checks but I just want to go with the flow.

I feel prepared because her blanket is done. Now all the yarn is out of her crib. Freezer meals are prepped and muffins made for easy breakfasts. We just need her. 🙂

God Bless!

P.S. This little lady is beating her biggest brother’s record with Prodromal labor.

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According to several sources 37 weeks pregnant is full term. Back with YDS (four years ago), 38 weeks was full term and that is when he was born.

Today I hit 37 weeks. Prodromal is a near every day occurrence now, more so since GamerDad is back home. The day he got back we went to dinner and within minutes of us getting back, baby girl dropped. Yes, this amps up the discomfort of the now near permanent sciatica, waddling, stubbed toe, and general misery the last few weeks bring. Her dropping means nodda since this is my third full term pregnancy.

I know the longer she bakes the better, but I so desperately want her out. Her movements feel like she is so crammed and ready for more room. It is like she is trying to push through my abdomen. Then I get the frustrated punches from her that she cannot quite squirm to where she wants to be.

Right now I am very thankful she stayed put until GamerDad got back from his TDY. I am more relaxed now that he is back too. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I enjoyed a bath. Man did that feel nice! Hubby also went grocery shopping for me as that was a chore I hated to do alone with the boys. It got harder the further along I got.

Yesterday we prepped one of the freezer meals that will be used when I am in the hospital, ham and hash brown casserole. Today I will prep another freezer meal for them, baked spaghetti. It makes sense to do that one today since spaghetti is on the menu anyway. I just have to make twice as much and grate some mozzarella on top and it is good to go. One more meal to prep like that and we should be good. I might do more should time permit so I can have easy go-to meals when I get back home with our daughter.

Tip for the freezer meals: line your baking pan with foil, pour prepped meal in, top with more foil and freeze for 24 hrs. Pop the foil pack out of the baking dish, label the packet and stack in the freezer. This way your baking dish remains clean and ready to go for either more freezer prep or for baking the freezer meal.

God bless!

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Week 36 starts tomorrow, but I wanted to get a jump in it while my mind is functioning.

First off, I can still fit in this:

Yeah, itty bitty shower that I swore my 7mo I would no longer be able to fit in. Somehow I am still able to contort myself in there and shave my legs.

I do not fit in my cute maternity top from Old Navy anymore. I LOVED that shirt. It was white with orange and red flowers adorning the belly and the centers had glued on sequins (not of the hideous variety). Yesterday I attempted to wear it. Big mistake! I wasn’t going anywhere and didn’t plan on anyone coming over either, so I left it on, bottom two inches of my belly hanging out.

Yeah…so my landlord came by with the electric bill and I am scrambling around the house trying to find my hiding checkbook and constantly tugging down my shirt or trying to hike up my shorts (I have no rear end to speak of, so my belly pushes all pants down). Not cute. After that gets taken care of, UPS guy shows up. Spaghetti also got all over it. The shirt is now no more. It saddened me, but it had to go.

On a different note, I hate being lazy! Since last week’s fun with Prodromal labor, I was told to be lazy. That worked up until Tuesday and I had to clean, -had- to. It is not that my house was a disaster, just little things that make my nesting urges go insane and I gotta get my cleaning fix. Yeah, sounds like withdrawal doesn’t it? Is there a cleaners anonymous? Lol!

My mood needs an adjustment though. I have been feeling dragon like. No doubt the stress of baby coming soon and raising two boys alone for the past 7 weeks while huge pregnant and in the hellish heat of a Texas summer is wearing me down. I very much want to jump on the Orange Rhino (the no yelling) bandwagon. Yesterday our oldest was great at doing stuff to help out, but if I asked him not to do something he’d blatantly ignore me and resume whatever it was he wasn’t supposed to be doing. By the end of the day I had enough. I read their bedtime stories, tucked them in, and said I loved them. Not but 10 minutes later a kiddo came rushing out of their room. I inhaled deeply, pointed to his bed, tucked him back in, and left without a word. Usually, I’d say in a firm tone to stay in bed or something along those lines but I was disappointed in me by that point and I am moving to make that change.
Perhaps saying a Hail Mary or Glory Be will help tame the dragon and allow me to Orange Rhino and stick with it. Retraining yourself is no easy task, but I am up for the task. I do not like it when the dragon bursts out. Time to let it fly free and away from me.

God Bless!

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